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Chapter 14

           Shelikedthestraightdarkhairbrushedbackuntilitmetsomesortofnaturalcascadethattookcareofitfromtimetotimeiteasedwithajauntyslantoverthecornerofhertemple,untilitwasalmostinhereyewhenshetossedherheadandcausedittofallsleekintoplaceoncemore.

           "We’llturninearlyto-night,Abe,afterthisdrink."Mary’svoicewaslightbutitheldalittleflickerofanxiety."Youdon’twanttobepouredontheboat."

           "It’sprettylatenow,"Dicksaid."We’dallbettergo."

           ThenobledignityofAbe’sfacetookonacertainstubbornness,andheremarkedwithdetermination:

           "Oh,no."Hepausedgravely."Oh,no,notyet.We’llhaveanotherbottleofchampagne."

           "Nomoreforme,"saidDick.

           "It’sRosemaryI’mthinkingof.She’sanaturalalcoholickeepsabottleofgininthebathroomandallthathermothertoldme."

           HeemptiedwhatwasleftofthefirstbottleintoRosemary’sglass.ShehadmadeherselfquitesickthefirstdayinPariswithquartsoflemonade;afterthatshehadtakennothingwiththembutnowsheraisedthechampagneanddrankatit.

           "Butwhat’sthis?"exclaimedDick."Youtoldmeyoudidn’tdrink."

           "Ididn’tsayIwasnevergoingto."

           "Whataboutyourmother?"

           "I’mjustgoingtodrinkthisoneglass."Shefeltsomenecessityforit.Dickdrank,nottoomuch,buthedrank,andperhapsitwouldbringherclosertohim,beapartoftheequipmentforwhatshehadtodo.

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